It's a little warmer, it's a little early, it's a little early, and I suddenly thought I'd run around in the small eco-park yesterday, and I couldn't run for a long time, so I couldn't eat, and my throat would come out, so I decided to move fast, and I was walking forward, and I realized something on the grass, on the side of the road.
It's sad to leave it here, just to make sure it's dead already, and then I'm going to leave it here, and then I'm going to leave it there, and it's just cold, and then I'm going to find it in the abdomen, and I'm going to look at it, and I don't want to pick it up, so I'm going to leave it here, and I'm going to die cold.
And then I looked at it, and I was already dying, because I wasn't too busy, so I came home with it, and when I saw it, a trained master said, "Don't let it go to waste, so the little puppy can't live with it." But I couldn't see it with my eyes, but I couldn't do anything. That's how I could push it to death.
When I went home, I found him a little bottle of glass, filled him with warm water, put him on a little dress, dried him up, and fed him a little baby rice, which was so small that he could certainly eat, though not much, but at least at least eat, but couldn't do anything, but saw it go to sleep with a few hums, and the baby fell asleep and went straight to the corner to see that it had some sense of belonging, because I was relieved and hoped that it would survive well and that it would be long after.